AW SHIT Lyrics by Moneybagg Yo
Aw, shit, aw, shit
Aw, shit, aw, shit, aw, shit (DrumGod)
Aw, shit, aw, shit, aw, shit
Aw, shit, aw, shit (Sky Diddy)
Go
Aw, shit, they done made me mad, break out that dog shit (That loaf)
This like five hundred just to ball with the Brabus with the wide kit (G-wagen)
I’m never home, I barely drive it (Pulled up)
Currently headed to a island on a private (Right now)
Sneaky link the only option, I can’t be your man (Your man)
I might fall asleep inside you, fuckin’ on these Xans
If it’s good, you stayin’ a week, ho, ain’t no one-night stand, kidnapped
Chase this Plan B with this Hi-C, baby, I can’t get trapped
Goyard to carry the strap, she matchin’ my fly, we Chaneling it out (We twinnin’)
Diamonds and pearls, eight at the bottom, that’s rose gold hittin’ in my mouth
Reggie, bet I can show you a Miller
Spaghetti, I’m a real certified dripper
Heavy, these niggas really lil’ biddy
Deadly, the ARP or the switchy
Aw, shit, aw, shit, aw, shit
Aw, shit, aw, shit, aw, shit
Aw, shit, aw, shit, aw, shit
Aw, shit, aw, shit, aw, shit
Gasoline, whole lot of beans (Whole bunch)
Whole lot of foreign machines (I don’t touch)
Whole lot of pints, whole lot of lean, whole lot of scams and schemes (Scammers)
Whole lot of bitches tryna get high, they wanna do the team (Bread)
Whole lot of niggas tryna get down, but they ain’t cut like we (Ayy)
I’m on the run, DMC, I’m two meals up off P’s (At least)
I been in Houston for ’bout a week, I chopped and screwed a freak (Ugh)
These niggas stalkin’ and watchin’ my page, they get they moves from me (They clones)
Spend six thou’ on LV kicks, I call them Louis P (Go)
I’m the type boost up a broke ho (Yeah)
I got them racks in my Goyo’ (‘Yard)
No, I don’t fuck with you like that, nigga, so don’t come and hop in my photo (Don’t do that)
I done put up that white shit, told Geo give me everything rose gold (Bust down)
In the Lambo’, dodgin’ pot holes, wide load zone, in the field like Ocho (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Sittin’ in the big body Rolls truck, I’m kickin’ P with some pimpin’ (Saucin’)
Must be a shortage on real niggas (Why?), can’t say I know too many
Three hundred K, that’s a lot for your wrist (AP)
Eighty more when I’m makin’ a fist (Big risk)
You can smell the codeine in my piss
Me, Joe, and Wizza just finished a six (Ayy)
Gasoline, whole lot of beans (Whole bunch)
Whole lot of foreign machines (I don’t touch)
Whole lot of pints, whole lot of lean, whole lot of scams and schemes (Scammers)
Whole lot of bitches tryna get high, they wanna do the team (Bread)
Whole lot of niggas tryna get down, but they ain’t cut like we (Ayy)
I’m on the run, DMC, I’m two meals up off P’s (At least)
I been in Houston for ’bout a week, I chopped and screwed a freak (Ugh)
These niggas stalkin’ and watchin’ my page, they get they moves from me (They clones)
Spend six thou’ on LV kicks, I call them Louis P
Aw, shit, aw, shit, aw, shit
Aw, shit, aw, shit, aw, shit
Aw, shit, aw, shit, aw, shit
Aw, shit, aw, shit, aw, shit
Go
American rapper